peace

This is the rest I sought, to think shallowly of deep things to stare aimlessly at the distant hills as the sun crawls down the sky, to feel life more than think it. And now it is almost as if I’m afraid to speak to it’s true depth for fear I’ll fill with words and have no place for the experience of the life I would speak of.

What peace it is to see life wonder by like a shadow- giving you plenty of time to examine its’ every inch, so long as you don’t forget to be thankful of your brief respite from the suns hot breath.

In these vast hills I’m seeing the images of my dreams displayed. For not only was my longing for the rugged beauty of Montana fulfilled so also has the peace and natural way of the wild begun to creep back in through the crumbling walls of my soul. There it was always welcome but has long been missed.

And now I’ll thank the one who is above all and who is below it and within it too. I’ll thank Him not for the trees or the rivers or the hills alone, nor solely for my ability to perceive them. Rather, I am profoundly thankful for having a God so creative, so loving as to know what brings my heart to flame and fill my life with its’ inferiors. As if to remind me that I see but a dim reflection, beautiful though it may be, it is only the scent of a crumb that was once present, the anticipation of the first note of an endless symphony.

I long to behold the Art of heaven.